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RE: POETRY | DAY 43 | Drip Fed on Daydreams
But it won't chase away the darkness
weary to the bone as you are
Dream of a day less brittle
Perhaps beyond the next star
The poetry brings to light unsuspected potentialities. I love the game Light-dark, present.
In a way life is one big potentiality. Learning to play the game is the difficulty.